Her words have me considering what she said. Things seemed to escalate quickly in her life. I want to find out the truth about the deaths that surround her. Give her the peace of mind and answers that she needs.Maybe, if I can see what happened, I can tell her she wasn't the target. Reassure her that it was just some fools with guns. Yet, I can't. Fools with guns don't do that. To open fire in the street is a personal attack.I keep my eyes glued on hers as I consider if the answers are what she thinks. How will she cope knowing those shots were for her? Still, I need answers. Anger boils in me at the thought that Rocco didn't protect his daughter.Sure, he was dead, but she shouldn't have been left. How did he not know he had a fucking child? We all knew he had many women; his wife was like Roxy. There for the show, to be a product of what we are."Today, what happened?" I need to know what caused it. Why it happened and why she got sucked under so damn quick. "What caused it, Lucia

I sit in the boardroom and look around at my men."We need to do something. Marco, the shipment has gone!" I glance at Arlo."We need confirmation first who took the diamonds, Arlo. Get the confirmation, and then we can do it." He stands up, hearing my words."It isn't just your shipment, Marco! That is mine!""Mine?" I rise up, looking at him. "Is it yours now, Arlo?" I step towards him calmly. "From where I am, it is not yours until it reaches your fucking hands, which it hasn't! If you want to claim it is yours, then half the cost from it going missing is yours."He shuffles slightly. "I didn't mean..."My hand flies up, cutting him off. "You did mean. If you remember Arlo, you wouldn't be doing business in this city without me. Now, whose items are they?""Yours, Marco.""I thought so. Considering it is me who runs everything and does all the work to get them here. You haven't even paid yet." I sit back down and glance across the desk. "How is CCTV coming along to see who took the

I wake alone, my mind instantly throwing abuse at me. What I did was wrong, I need to leave and walk away. Marco has no idea of my life before this.He knows Dan has the gun and no doubt he has been to collect it. So, now I should be allowed to leave. Climbing from the bed, I wrap the robe around me. Stepping forward, I winch slightly, feeling something stab into my foot. Sitting down, I pull out the small diamond.This makes me anxious. Roxy hates me, and I have a feeling that her destroyed dress will make that hate grow. Maybe I can fix it? Standing, I pick up the ripped fabric, slowly finding the small diamonds across the floor. Collecting them all, I place them in a pile.I'm still shocked by how little he cared about its worth. The fact it was covered in diamonds meant nothing to him at all. Even if they are his diamonds, it's still crazy. Walking to the door, I open it."Good morning, Miss Whitlock." Hugh nods and smiles at me. I need to see Marco and find out when I can leave.

I find myself sitting with Iz and Felicity. They are friendly and welcoming, but I still do not know what is happening. I don't understand why Marco wants to keep me or what it means, as he's currently ready to be married for business reasons.I don't understand it. I don't know how Marco’s family can welcome me and not care that he is engaged to Roxy. They don't care about the circumstances in which I came to be here, either.Arms wrap around me, and I tense. "Welcome to the family, sis. It's good to see someone put him in his place and silence him." Dario beams at me as he slings himself on a chair beside me."I highly doubt I put him in his place." I know he is waiting for his moment to ensure I am back where he wants me. Following his orders."Considering he stood quietly, took it and then followed to apologise, he was put in his place." He laughs."As I said, you're good for him. He's no longer an emotionless rock." Lorenzo grins, and I cover my face."Does everyone know I called

I feel someone straddling me, my chest pinned against the floor of the van. Struggling against the grip, I get a hand free, rolling over and punching the person I try to break free.While they try to tie my arms together, I continue to fight."Someone fucking help." Moving, I kick out, catching him in the knee. As he falls, the door opens, and I find myself pinned down by more people. Fighting, I struggle to get free and feel the rope tying my hands and feet together.The van begins to move again, and I'm left with a guy sitting on my hips. His finger strokes down my body as I fight to break free. The van suddenly stopped, and I glanced around to see who it was, but everyone had their faces covered.I look at the building. It's an old bottling plant. Getting dragged in I notice the shattered windows and falling debris. The sound of pigeons flying makes me look up. The roof is partly gone.Surely there are other buildings close by? If I scream, will they hear?"About time, woman." I fr